Knowing he was applying to change his alias, and that he could order a custom puppet here, who else could it be besides Xun Qing?
"This shameless old man, he was so righteous before, as if you were so upright and I was so perverted. Now he's asking me for a puppet anonymously. Does he think I won't recognize him just because he's wearing a disguise?"
Wen Wen instinctively wanted to send a message to tease him, but he quickly stopped himself. He couldn't be too cheeky; what if the other party ignored him then?
So Wen Wen sent a few more words.
'Yes, but you have to pay.'
A moment later, a photo and some information reached Wen Wen. Wen Wen was slightly stunned upon seeing the photo.
It was a very old photo of a girl in a down jacket. The girl was not beautiful, but she was smiling brightly.
She was holding someone's hand, but the photo did not show what that person looked like. However, through the calluses on that person's hand, Wen Wen felt that person was Xun Qing!
This was because only someone who practiced swordsmanship would have such calluses.
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, feeling that Xun Qing's purpose for making the puppet might not be what he initially thought.
Then he snapped his fingers, and the magic mirror Gadreau appeared before him.
He placed his hand on the mirror surface, and the magic mirror naturally revealed the woman's current location. Wen Wen was slightly taken aback.
It was... a tombstone!
According to the epitaph, her name was Ning Xia, and she had died thirteen years ago. Her husband had erected the tombstone for her, but her husband's name was left blank.
And this tombstone was located in Shengjing City!
"Making a puppet of his deceased wife... he's also a pitiable person."
After some thought, Wen Wen took these requirements and went to find Xu Hai, specifically asking him not to add any strange features, and just to make a most ordinary puppet. Sudan Fiction Network.
Then Wen Wen sent another message to the other person.
'The production cost is 100 yuan...'
On the other end of the terminal, Xun Qing saw the message, lay back in his chair, and sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.
...
After assigning the task, Wen Wen came to a prison cell in the disaster zone and began to busy himself.
This was the workspace he had chosen for himself, exclusively for his research and production. After continuous battles, many of his items needed to be updated.
He needed to re-forge his rune short sword, modify his red cloak so he could wear it, and also add a scabbard to his ice long sword.
After a long period of work, Wen Wen finally completed everything. He stretched his waist, emerged from the containment facility, got into the car, and instructed San Zai'er to drive towards Lugang City.
Lugang City was a coastal city named after a port called Lugang. It was said that in ancient times, fishermen who sailed from this port had to pray to a divine deer for safety.
Wen Wen's home was near the port of Lugang City.
As the car drove into Lugang City, which had not changed much, Wen Wen, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the scenery of his hometown and suddenly felt a sense of fear.
For years, he had resisted returning home. Even though he had resolved his psychological issues now, he still felt a bit apprehensive.
He couldn't quite articulate what he was afraid of.
The car stopped at a rather old residential complex. Many elderly people were sitting downstairs chatting. Such old-fashioned complexes usually had more elderly residents.
Wen Wen got out of the car, and San Zai'er clung to his arm as he walked towards his former home. His house was in Unit 3, Room 302, Building 5. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he was called out.
"You're from the old Wen family, aren't you? You haven't been back for several years."
The person speaking was an old woman. Wen Wen still had some impression of her; she lived opposite Wen Wen's house, and they used to interact quite a bit.
Seeing the old woman, Wen Wen smiled and said, "Grandma Li, long time no see."
Grandma Li carefully examined Wen Wen's current appearance and then said with emotion, "It hasn't been easy for you, child. At such a young age... alas..."
They chatted at the door for a long time before Wen Wen went upstairs. Chatting with Grandma Li helped Wen Wen regain the feeling of living there before, and it gradually dispelled his fear of home.
He reached the door, found the key, and opened it. As he pushed the door open, he felt a slight resistance, which made Wen Wen frown.
He followed the sensation of resistance and found that a black thread, not much thicker than a strand of hair, was tied to the door. The thread was connected to a matchbox-sized signal transmitter about a meter away.
As long as the door was opened, the person who set up this device would be notified.
"Revenge? Debt collection? Or..."
Wen Wen removed the small device and took a quick look. He found it was disposable and not technologically advanced; he had used similar devices when he was a detective.
"If it were something more advanced, I could track the signal. But this..."
Wen Wen directly crushed the small machine and then ignored it. Let the past be the past. If they hadn't found him, Wen Wen would pretend nothing had happened.
The room, which had been uninhabited for years, was covered in dust, clearly indicating that no one had entered it for a long time.
He picked up a photo frame from the shoe cabinet by the door, wiped away the dust, and looked at the group photo, letting out a sigh.
Then, he picked up a broom and began to clean little by little. He could have used his superpowers to do it better, but he didn't want to, because that's how the original him cleaned.
While cleaning, he discovered many of his previously frequently used items. He selected a few memorable ones and placed them in the containment facility, intending to carry them with him always.
After finishing everything, Wen Wen lay on his parents' bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The feeling of sleeping at home was strange. His mind was filled with various chaotic thoughts, yet he felt inexplicably at ease. A layer of defense that had always been present in Wen Wen's heart was slightly removed.
After tonight, he would find a cleaning company to come and clean and maintain the house regularly. Although the house had been empty, Wen Wen intended to keep it.
Perhaps one day, when Wen Wen, the demon hunter, was tired, he would return to live here. As long as this home remained, Wen Wen's heart would never be empty.
Thinking about it, he fell into a deep slumber.
That night, he dreamed of his happy childhood, dreamed of his family of three going on an outing, dreamed of...
In all the years, this was the only time Wen Wen slept with a smile on his face.
It wasn't a twisted smile, but a very warm one...
The next morning, two very loud birds stood side by side on the fruit trees in the complex, chirping noisily and annoyingly.
Wen Wen, startled from his sleep, opened his eyes sharply and glared out the window.
He sensed someone was watching him!