Start a Dome

"She seems to like you."

A cold voice sounded from behind Xia Mo.

"The kid really likes me."

Looking at the black cat that kept meowing, Xia Mo smiled.

"...Aren't you curious?"

"Curious why you use her to call this child?"

"......Um."

Raising his head, looking at the girl with different-colored pupils behind him, Xia Mo smiled lightly and said, "What beautiful eyes."

Under the sunlight, Misaki Naruto's pupils showed delicate red-green eyes.

Dazed for a moment, Jian Qiming said: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"That's because..."

The dark and quiet death aura overflowed from Xia Mo's black pupils.

He looked at Misaki Ming with a smile: "I, like you, can see human souls."

"..."

The expression changed slightly, seeing Qi Ming became a little at a loss.

This seemed to be the first time she had found her kind, and the girl involuntarily pinched the corner of her skirt lightly.

"Meow~"

Sensing Misaki Naruto's uneasiness, the black cat lightly jumped onto her shoulder, stretched out its pink tongue, and licked her fair cheek.

"Misaki..."

Gently stroking the black cat's head, Misaki Naruto hugged it in his arms.

"Although we have met, let's talk about it..."

Stretching out his hand, Xia Mo had a faint smile on his face: "It's the first time we met, my name is Xia Mo, and I'm a transfer student from Shenxia."

"Xia Mo..."

He read it softly, as if recalling the name, and noticed that Xia Mo's hand was hanging in the air awkwardly, seeing Qi Ming quickly stretched out his white hand: "It's our first time meeting, Xia Mo... I My name is Misaki Naruto, and this child is my younger sister, her name is Misaki."

"Meow~"

Stretching out her paws like small meat balls, Misaki Fujioka greeted Natsumo.

Chapter 220 - Feelings and temperature

Pushing open the door, the ethereal doorbell rang softly in my ears.

Seeing Qi Ming walking in first with the black cat in his arms, he hesitated for a moment, and Xia Mo followed behind her.

Once inside, the cold air is mixed with damp, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The light was extremely dim, even more dim than dusk.

The only remaining light source, like a few lonely street lamps, exudes a dim halo.

There are all kinds of dolls in the room, and the skin of each doll is extremely pale, just like a dead person.

hollow,

This was the only word Xia Mo could think of.

These dolls have different postures, and even several of them are made according to the proportion of real people.

Weird dolls, with some dim lighting, the atmosphere is a little scary.

"welcome."

A hoarse voice came from the left. Xia Mo looked, and there was a long and thin table in the direction of the inside of the display window, and there was a short figure there.

Dark gray clothing, round glasses that were popular many years ago, his face was shrouded in shadows.

Granny.

It was obviously a place to welcome guests, but such a strange dress made everyone feel a little shuddering.

"It's really rare for such a young boy to come here..."

"Are you here to buy something, or..."

still?

Xia Mo noticed that on the table at the side, there was an old sign carved with a dark red rose frame:

Admission fee - 500 yen.

"Is there any discount for students?"

"Are you...a high school student?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll charge you half the price."

half price?

Blinking, Xia Mo reached into his pocket and took out the yen.

"Is this a doll shop?"

Taking advantage of the time when the old woman was looking for money, Xia Mo asked casually.

He was a little curious, seeing where Qi Ming had gone.

"Half and half. Dolls are also sold. If you want to buy them, you can spend money to customize them."

"Customization."

Looking at these weird puppets, Xia Mo suddenly had the idea that this kind of talent is needed to open a haunted house.

It's a pity that he is not the owner of the haunted house, otherwise he could drive Xia Xiaoxiao and a group of evil spirits and shikigami to pretend to be ghosts and scare customers.

"Shall I make you a cup of tea?"

"no need."

"Then, take your time to visit."

The store played very melodious cello repertoire. The pale doll was lying in a transparent coffin-like glass cabinet. The hole in the left eye, combined with the spilled scarlet roses, looked extremely unique and beautiful.

I have to say that the puppet maker is a genius.

Every doll here, apart from those specially added horror factors, is very exquisite in appearance, and may even be more popular than figurines.

However, in this dimly lit room, the only feeling these dolls give people is that they are empty.

No emotion is poured into it, it's just a freewheeling emptiness.

Stopping in front of these puppets and looking closely, Xia Mo's black eyes were shining with streamers.

"Are these puppets all made by the same person?"

"Ah."

The old lady looked at Xia Mo in surprise.

"Just asking out of curiosity."

Smiling lightly, Xia Mo followed the sign and walked into the depths of the room.

The cool wind blows continuously, and the puppets around are smiling, expressionless.

In the dimly lit room, some of these puppets were standing, some were lying down, and some were frightened, with their pupils constricted.

What's more, there are those that combine the bodies of animals and humans.

Although, most of these dolls are beautiful girls.

Not just dolls, but also some paintings on the walls.

Whether it is a doll or a hanging painting, there is more or less a faint air of death attached to it.

All things have spirits, which is probably what they are talking about.

After going down the stairs, the air became more gloomy and humid.

Under the red and green hanging lights, there are more original models.

The air became colder, more humid, and biting. Even in summer, there was no need to turn on the air conditioner.

Most of the original models of these dolls are unfinished, not only that, but there are also a lot of wreckage on the side.

"Hands, legs, head, torso..."

On the table, on the display window, wherever Xia Mo could notice, there were doll's limbs.

Broken beauty.

Suddenly, Xia Mo was surprised to see a black western-style coffin.

The coffin stood upright, staying there quietly, waiting for someone to approach.

"So refined."

Looking at the girl lying in the western-style coffin, Xia Mo couldn't help sighing.

Wearing a dark blue long dress and holding a scarlet rose, she was a quiet girl like a fairy tale.

Xia Mo gently stretched out his hand, somewhat involuntarily, and carefully pulled out the doll's black hair.

This face is very similar to Misaki Naruto.

"Don't you hate this kind of stuff?"

A cold voice sounded from behind the coffin.