Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1882 Are you hungry?
The interior of the dollhouse copy is far larger than it looks from the outside, and even as a residence, it is a bit unreasonably large-for example, when the lights are turned on, the puppeteer finds himself standing in a room that is half the size of the living room. in the kitchen.

Considering the impact of light and dark switching on vision, the reason why the room is so large may be to form as many blind spots as possible.

He was standing by the kitchen island at the moment, with a row of pots of various sizes hanging above his head, and six stoves in front of him; he looked down at the various kitchen utensils and dishes, feeling a little dazed.

...Preparing so many objects, just for a mouth?

This time the bright light was very short, and just barely able to see the surroundings, it was dark again.

As long as it is dark, all detection methods will fail, and even the self-provided light source will not light up.

Thinking about seeing that face next to him after the light was turned on, the puppeteer involuntarily lowered his body, pressed his hands tightly on the cold marble table, and almost exhausted all his strength to stop himself. The desire to throw up.

don't light up-

light is on.

The kitchen was still empty, and there was no shadow of the puppeteer's doll.

He took a low breath, wiped the back of his hand over the corner of his mouth, and still leaned on the edge of the stage.After thinking about it, the puppeteer stretched out his hand without raising his head, pulled a pot from above, and turned it behind his head; a vague black shadow suddenly appeared on the bottom of the silver stainless steel pot.

The puppeteer doll was glued to the ceiling with its feet upside down, and its head was hanging over his back.

He smiled without a smile.

"Do you want to stay with me so much?" He asked softly. "Then don't go."

With every word that came out of his mouth, the doll on the ceiling seemed to be getting shorter.It was as if an invisible force was pressing down on the puppeteer's doll's spirit cover, flattening him bit by bit like a bug, and pressing him into the ceiling; the doll struggled hard a few times, and the spine in its body quickly released joints. The sound of the knot breaking, because it was wrapped in flesh and blood, it sounded vague and dull.

Seeing that the doll was about to be pressed alive into a stain on the ceiling, the dollhouse was instantly darkened.

The puppeteer was not surprised at all.

In the dollhouse dungeon, the switching between light and dark turns out to be quite regular: whatever is beneficial to the doll in the dungeon, the light will come on - if you can't escape the shackles of his power, you can just teleport away after it gets dark.

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After realizing that he had returned to the living room, Lin Sanjiu pressed his back against the wall and moved around like a crab.Her eyes were hurt by the light, and for a while, she just closed her eyes tightly, and swiped a long stick in front of her as she walked—if there was a sign saying "Iron mouth is broken", it would be a standard Fortune-telling blind.

Thankfully no one saw this.

She didn't dare to rest her eyes for too long; when she felt the light was on, when she opened her eyes again, she found that she hadn't walked far at all, not even in the middle of the living room—maybe it was also because the rooms in the doll's house were too crowded. big.

When Lin Sanjiu hurriedly started to look around for the doll, she only felt a shadow move in her peripheral vision, and she immediately turned her head away.

From the sofa in the living room, a figure covered in jet-black leather was slowly climbing up.

Lin Sanjiu felt her heart swell suddenly, but she rushed to her throat after saying hello, and she swallowed it back immediately.

There is no other reason: it only takes one glance to tell that the other party is not the puppeteer himself at all.

That was clearly the puppeteer's face, half of it was as cold as ice that would never melt, and half of it was slightly frowning, but at this moment it was resting crookedly on his shoulders.The neck belonging to the puppeteer was obviously oppressed by external force, the neck bone was broken, and it was covered by pale and bloodless skin, like broken stones in a broken bag.

Lin Sanjiu knew very well that this doll must have been beaten like this by a puppeteer.This meant that he himself was fine, and she should feel relieved after seeing it; but she couldn't help the slight tremors on her body, almost wanting to slip and sit on the ground.

Before this moment, she had never thought about what the puppeteer's corpse would look like until she saw the doll standing up.

A puppeteer who wholeheartedly wants to seek revenge from Gongdouichi... How far is it from this appearance?
This time the light was on for quite a long time, the puppeteer doll turned its neck in front of her and returned to its original shape, the light was still on; taking advantage of the light, Lin Sanjiu quickly glanced around again, and the hairs all over his body stood up up.

... The "Lin Sanjiu" doll is also in the living room.

No wonder I couldn't find it no matter how hard I searched just now, it turned out that the doll was lying flat under the sofa; the half of its vague face was sunk in the shadows, waiting for Lin Sanjiu to approach the sofa unknowingly.

She immediately looked away, pretending not to notice.

As long as the doll thinks that she hasn't found herself yet, she won't teleport in the next darkness, and will still ambush her in place - at least, she can earn herself a chance not to be attacked in the dark.

Now that the light is on, the doll cannot teleport, she has no place to move, and the "Lin Sanjiu" doll naturally cannot move by imitating her; therefore, for a moment, Lin Sanjiu has a rare short-term safety—even though she is with the two The doll is alone in the living room, it is really nerve-wracking, and it is hard to breathe.

The puppeteer suddenly took a step forward; Lin Sanjiu shuddered and fixed his eyes on him.

Just when the puppeteer doll raised its arms, as if pulling away an invisible object in the air, the dollhouse was instantly dark again, covering everything.

The light and dark switching of this dollhouse is obviously to provide an advantage for the dungeon doll, right?

Lin Sanjiu cursed inwardly, standing in the darkness, replaying the last scene he saw just now in his mind repeatedly.

Obviously, the doll of the puppeteer was imitating the movements of the puppeteer just now... Was he opening the door?Is the puppeteer in a certain room?
She recalled the thin, long, bloodless hand, which was raised roughly below her chest...

No, it wasn't the doorknob he opened.

Considering the height of the puppeteer, the position of the doorknob is much lower than his chest; what's more, the doorknobs in the dollhouse copy are all round, and you need to "hold" when opening the door.Just now, the puppeteer's hand was standing sideways, the palm was facing Lin Sanjiu, and only four fingers were hooking something invisible...

What is he pulling away?
If the light just lasted for a second or two, she wouldn't have to stand in the dark and guess foolishly; Lin Sanjiu frowned tightly, and her thoughts swept over all possible things in the house.

What needs the puppeteer to pull apart at that height and in that way?

Before she could come up with a result, the bright light pierced into her eyes, Lin Sanjiu quickly squinted and found that the puppeteer doll in front of the sofa had indeed moved.

He obviously teleported in the dark just now, but he was limited to a maximum of three meters at a time, so he was still in the living room; in the direction that the doll was facing at this moment, there was a metal double door standing far away, and he could not move. Knowing where it leads, it looks a bit like the door of the back kitchen of a restaurant—wait, the back kitchen?

Is there a kitchen?
Could it be the refrigerator door that the puppeteer opened just now?
As soon as Lin Sanjiu had this thought, before he had time to verify it, he turned his eyes subconsciously, and was immediately gripped by another discovery.

...the "Lin Sanjiu" doll under the sofa disappeared.

　I’m exhausted today. I only slept for four hours yesterday, and I went out and ran for a long time. I came back to write a new chapter. No matter how I wrote it, my anus prolapsed. I couldn’t stick to the well-organized story line. Barely sticking to the story line, I don’t know if it’s good or not. Anyway, the goods are sold, so they won’t be returned or exchanged... (It’s hard to have both daily updates and high quality)
Speaking of which, I went to see Milady again today (my mother is worried about the newborn girl), and found that although my popularity is not as good as other authors, I can be regarded as one of the authors who give readers the most face. Everyone supports this. A neat and enthusiastic one!How can I repay you?
In fact, I personally think that my skill level when writing Milady is better than when I wrote Doomsday (after all, I started writing Doomsday when I didn’t know anything about farts, so I have to improve after so many years), no Know if you feel the same...

　
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