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Compared with other toy people, the old man looks more dull. He sat motionless while everyone else moved on their own.

When the girl and the puppet were seated, they began their meeting.

Karan's figure walked out of the door behind the girl, and the scene basically restored the scene of that day.

Just when I was wondering, the dull old man seemed to have been injected with a soul, talking and moving like other toy people.

I looked at them, then at the two empty seats.

Wu Ling and I are not here.

This should prove that neither of us got caught. The body is not caught, and the soul is not caught either.

And the old man's performance...

I looked at him and thought of the scene when we parted just now.

After the collapse of that town, the old man's soul and body were captured by the toy spirit?

There seems to be only one reasonable explanation.

I'm a little sad.

At least the other party talked to me and gave me some advice.

Now that the person is dead, I don’t know what to do. It seems inappropriate to resurrect people rashly.

I walked around the room and found that the furnishings in the room were similar to what I had seen in my dream. It was a replica of the girl's room. But I didn't find the dormitory rooms of the Exorcist Association here, nor did I see the corridor used to seal things.

I flew out of the house and stood on the roof, looking down at the surrounding streets.

The scene on the street is the same as when I first arrived. The people in the town have been made into toys, their movements are stiff, but they behave like living people. Communicate like a living person, walk like a living person, buy, sell, and work like a living person.

In this environment, I was the only one who didn't fit in.

I thought of Slender Man and started searching along the edge of the town.

Flying around the outer circle of the town, the first thing I discovered was a group of slum-like houses. The house was damaged, and there were no toy figures on the street. Inside the house, however, a dull toy figure stood motionless.

Is this the area where the protagonist’s old house is located?

I guessed that among the many dilapidated houses, I found a house without a toy man standing guard.

The house was dilapidated, in disrepair, neglected, and full of dust.

I found no photographs, portraits, or anything like that in the house. It's impossible for photos to exist. There were probably no cameras or handouts at the time when the story took place. As for portraits, people in slums may not have the means to ask an artist to paint a portrait of themselves.

I floated over the broken stairs and up to the second floor. The walkway on the second floor is very narrow and there is only one attic. I saw a bed in the attic.

If you guessed correctly, this is where the doll was abandoned.

I knelt down and looked under the bed.

It was pitch dark under the bed, and the lighting in the attic was not good, so I couldn't see clearly what was going on down there.

My hand touched the wooden bed. Can be encountered. The wooden bed was moth-eaten and of poor quality. I raised my hand casually and lifted the bed.

The dust on the bed fell. The attic immediately became filled with dust.

Under the bed was a floor with deeper marks. In the thick dust, I saw a trace of a human figure. Judging from the outline, it might be that human-shaped doll. In addition to the marks of the doll, there were signs that something had been dragged. The strip of floorboards in different colors extended from the edge of the bed to where the doll was. Maybe the person who was attacked by the doll. The heroine's husband?

While observing and thinking, I moved the bed board away, floated it over the traces of the doll, and gently touched the floor with my hand.

The floor had a chilling coolness, as if there was a lingering breath.

Resentment?...

I thought as my body floated up and flew out of the house.

That doll is out of here.

I thought about it, landed at the door of the house, and left writing on the fragile door panel with my nails.

In this small town, it is very difficult to find people. But the thin man made up such a story. After entering here, there will be a goal. Either this old house or the heroine's new house. Old houses are pretty easy to find. If the thin man comes here and finds the handwriting I left, he will know that I have been here.

I continued flying around the town.

Outside the town are dense woods, with rolling mountains in the distance. Everything was the same as what I saw in the girl's conscious space.

The girl's soul is also here, and it seems reasonable to construct a consciousness space based on this.

After circling the town, I found no trace of the thin man outside the town.

Now, I can only choose to enter the town.

From a high vantage point, I had determined that the town lacked planning. All streets and houses are arranged in a disorderly manner. It is too difficult to conduct a planned search here.

I found a random road and set off.

After drifting for a long time, I discovered that the sun in the sky had already set to the west, and there were brilliant flaming clouds on the horizon. The toys on the street started to go home like ordinary people. The streets grew deserted, but the houses were lit by the light of oil lamps and candles. More places turned out the lights and fell into darkness.

This environment might make it easier for me to find people.

Although there are no street lights, the town becomes dark, but there are no people on the streets, and it is unlikely that the thin man will enter a certain house and stay with those toy people. If you were to see someone on the street right now, it would probably be him.

I felt refreshed and searched more carefully, while also speeding up my flight.

After passing through the entire town in one direction, I turned 180 degrees and prepared to find another way to search.

My figure stopped in mid-air and looked back at the forest behind me.

Just now, there was a rustling sound deep in the forest, as if the wind had blown through the trees, or something was passing by.

I leaned against a house and waited quietly for a while.

Rustling... rustling...

What is it?

As I was thinking, I saw two dim lights in the forest. Of course, that light could not be the light source of a flashlight or a torch, but a pair of green eyes.

I held my breath and saw a figure gradually becoming clearer in the dark forest.

The figure finally walked out of the dense forest and entered the moonlight that could not be blocked by the leaves. This allowed me to see what it looked like. It was a wolf, but not a real wolf, but a toy wolf.

It might be more appropriate to say it was a dog. However, the toy is not cute, but rather ferocious in appearance, making people wonder how a company could make such an unflattering toy.

The wolf's fur exploded and became messy, looking like thorny armor in the moonlight. Its eyes are green and glowing. When walking, the mouth opens and closes, and the tongue extends and retracts.

This look is a bit funny.

The weird atmosphere disappeared after the wolf was completely exposed to the moonlight.

I could see that this was probably an electric toy. Its eyes glowed and its mouth and tongue moved. These were all the functions of a toy. And the appearance of this toy is really shoddy, like a fake product made by some private workshop.

In the forest behind the wolf, there was another similar noise. What came out of the forest was no longer a strange animal toy, but a little soldier with crooked features. It limped and walked slowly, and its asymmetrical eyes did not light up, but it looked more terrifying than a wolf with glowing eyes.

Rustling... rustling...

In the forest surrounding the town, there were sounds one after another.