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Chapter Three
I rolled over just in time to avoid the wooden hand that reached out from beneath the floor, my body crashing heavily against the wall corner, a dull pain radiating through me.
At the same time, I fired a shot in the direction of Xiao Zhang.
The loud bang echoed in the cramped room, sending a shockwave that made my eardrums throb.
The wooden prosthetic hand shattered in response, exploding into countless fragments that scattered like moths given life, tracing eerie arcs in the air.
Xiao Zhang coughed violently, as if trying to expel his lungs; his youthful face was etched with terror, and his neck bore horrifying red marks that twisted like writhing worms.
"You mortals will never understand the true essence of art," Old Carpenter cackled sharply, his voice grating like sandpaper on glass, an unbearable sound that sent chills down my spine.
In his murky eyes flickered a mad light, like two dancing will-o'-the-wisps. "Every piece requires nurturing with life and embellishment with soul..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I fired three more shots, the bullets infused with gunpowder, striking Old Carpenter's chest with precision.
However, a bizarre scene unfolded—his body remained utterly still, as if frozen in the river of time. The bullet holes revealed not flesh and blood but... wooden grain!
The textures were fine and smooth, resembling high-quality mahogany, yet exuded a nauseating stench of decay.
"Oh my God, he—he's not human!" Xiao Zhang exclaimed in terror, his voice trembling as if an invisible hand had tightened around his throat.
Old Carpenter's skin began to crack, peeling away like dried bark, producing a series of crisp sounds that revealed a smooth wooden surface beneath.
His joints creaked like rusty gears turning, resembling a massive puppet—a cursed entity brought to life.
"Did you think I would allow you to destroy my creations so easily?"
Old Carpenter sneered, his grin sharp as a rusty knife slicing through the air with a sinister arc.
He raised both hands, and the remaining wooden prosthetics on the wall suddenly sprang to life, awakening like a horde of restless spirits from their slumber.
They moved like puppets controlled by invisible strings, their actions stiff and eerie, rushing toward us with a palpable aura of death.
"Retreat! Quickly!"
I grabbed Xiao Zhang and sprinted down the stairs.
Behind us came the creaking sound of wood rubbing together, accompanied by Old Carpenter's maniacal laughter, a sound sharp as knives, relentlessly pursuing us.
At that moment, my walkie-talkie crackled to life, sounding like a dying person's desperate plea: "Captain Li! It's bad! Another corpse has been found in town, the victim is..."
Before the message could finish, a burst of static erupted from the device, resembling a swarm of flies buzzing in my ear, then it fell silent as if an invisible hand had choked off its voice.
We burst out of the Carpenter's Workshop; the rain continued to pour, icy droplets stinging my face like slaps that brought me back to reality.
Yet, the air was thick with an eerie scent of wood, so rich it was suffocating, as if emanating from the depths of hell—a breath of death.
I glanced back at the dilapidated two-story building, which loomed ominously through the rain like a giant beast lurking in darkness. Behind its windows seemed to be countless eyes watching us—hollow and cold, devouring the surrounding light like black holes.
"Captain Li, look!" Xiao Zhang pointed at a corner of the Carpenter's Workshop, his voice trembling slightly.
There, beneath a wooden plank, a pale finger was protruding—rigid and twisted like a dead twig. It wore a familiar ring—Lin Shenxian's!
My heart sank suddenly, gripped tightly by an invisible hand that nearly stole my breath away.
We cautiously lifted the wooden plank; every movement sent shivers down our spines. To our shock, we discovered an entrance to a basement below—dark and gaping like a monster's maw waiting for prey.
Climbing down the rusty iron ladder, it creaked underfoot like the groans of someone on their last breath. Each step felt like walking on razor blades, sending chills through me.
With the beam of our flashlight, we illuminated a chilling sight:
The basement was filled with all sorts of puppets—large and small, each one unique—like an eerie puppet kingdom.
What was most horrifying was that these puppets had faces strikingly similar to those of the missing townsfolk!
Every face bore an expression of pain and despair, as if recounting the horrors they had faced in life.
"These puppets..." Xiao Zhang's voice trembled, flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment. "Could it be...?"
I crouched down to examine the nearest puppet closely.
Its expression was one of agony and distortion, and there seemed to linger a trace of fear in its eyes from the moment before death—a despair that penetrated to the bone.
As my fingers brushed against the surface of the puppet, a chilling cold spread from my fingertips throughout my body—this was no mere puppet; it was clearly a living person transformed into a wooden specimen through some dark craft!
Each puppet represented a once-vibrant life, trapped within wood, forever unable to escape.
Suddenly, the iron door of the basement slammed shut with a resounding bang, like a dull thunderclap, sealing us in this place thick with the scent of death.
In the darkness, Old Carpenter's sinister laughter echoed: "Welcome to my collection room. Soon, you will become my most prized creations..."
The laughter slithered through the air like a venomous snake, chilling and eerie, sending shivers down our spines.
Under the beam of the flashlight, the eyes of those puppets seemed to come alive, staring intently at us like a pack of hungry beasts eyeing their prey.
What was even more terrifying was that their joints began to emit cracking sounds, resembling breaking bones. One by one, they stood up, like demons crawling out from hell, surrounding us completely...
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