Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

There is only one door in the White Pigeon Tower, and this is the only source of light, so after entering, several people can't see clearly.

"Is there a lamp?" Yuan Mo wanted to get close to the doll, but he was afraid of the magician, so he approached Xia Lang.

Xia Lang grabbed Zhang Mimi and moved forward, he was also a little scared: "No, no."

Li Wei also tugged at the corner of Xia Hong's clothes, she opened her eyes in confusion: "You guys, don't you bring flashlights or something?"

Those people were well equipped last time.

Zhang Mimi was confident: "I didn't wear it! But I did wear a mask."

Li Wei: "..." What's the use of wearing a mask.

"By the way, don't you remember where you put the keys?"

Li Wei: "I remember that there is nothing I can do. The person said that the position of the key will be different every time you come in, and the first floor is so big that you can't find it if you can't see it clearly. Let's go out and find the flashlight first. There used to be a supermarket…”

Li Wei persuaded Zhang Mimi over there, and the magician moved here.

The darkness had no effect on the magician, but instead of moving forward, he retreated to the door.

"Puppet?" Luo Yiran shouted, although he still didn't manipulate the magician.

The magician took down something from the wall, and the puppet saw that it was a candlestick when it was close to the door, and he was taken aback for a moment.

"Master." The magician flicked his arm lightly, and a candle appeared in his hand. He said with a smile, "Bring me a fire."

The four people who huddled together not far away heard the movement: "Fire? Who has the fire?"

Li Wei felt the three of Zhang Mimi who were tightly packed together in front of him, and his heart was full of worries about the road ahead.

Luo Yiran didn't return to those people. He got down on the magician's hat, then stretched out his hand, twitched his fingers lightly, and a playing card appeared in his hand. He quickly swiped it in the air, and the faint fire light was in front of the magician's eyes. .

A very small fire with which the magician lit a candle before it went out.

The candle was lit, which made this corner light up. Xia Hong and the others looked over instantly, and Zhang Mimi was a little moved: "The puppet knows you are reliable..."

"..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and everyone else was silent. Li Wei broke out in a cold sweat as she looked at the frightening bandaged man under the candlelight and the extremely eerie doll on his hat.

Yuan Mo swallowed, he took a step back, his eyes were filled with excitement and fear, he wanted to draw this picture but felt dangerous at the same time.

The puppet looked at the three people who were suddenly silent. His red eyes met the eyes of the three people, and he felt very clear fear from it, the kind of fear that seemed to be suddenly frightened in a haunted house.

"You guys." Luo Yiran narrowed his eyes: "You think I'm scary?"

A few people came back to their senses, then shook their heads frantically

Zhang Mimi came back slowly, and he smiled awkwardly: "Then what, do you still have candles? We only have half an hour, and this floor is quite big, do you want to find a separate area?"

The magician threw out two candles, he lit them and walked over to Zhang Mimi.

Zhang Mimi caught it: "Thank you."

The magician laughed: "It's okay. As long as you stay away from the young master on weekdays, don't touch your hands..."

Zhang Mimi was dumbfounded, and the puppet also twitched the corner of its mouth and manipulated the magician to turn around: "I'll go this way."

"... Oh." Zhang Mimi said dryly, he grabbed his hair——magician, don't you like dolls?

The thought just flashed by, and Zhang Mimi gave one of the candles to Xia Lang: "Go to the left with Yuan Mo, Li Wei and I will look for it here."

Li Wei was taken aback.

Zhang Mimi smiled brightly: "I am not careful, so I will trouble you a lot."

Li Wei panicked: "I, I wasn't too careful..."

The puppet paid attention to Zhang Mimi's side from the corner of the eye, and he smiled when he saw this scene: "Very vigilant."

The magician hummed suspiciously.

Luo Yiran said it was all right, and then watched the magician walk straight forward.

Magician: "Young Master, aren't you curious about where I'm going?"

The puppet blinked, and his silver thread stuck out and hooked the clothes on the magician's left shoulder, and then quickly and smoothly landed on the magician's shoulder. He said, "Don't you want to see the gate leading to the second floor?"

"Bingo~" The magician raised his hand and stroked his gray hair to the right, and then he said, "If you want to find the key, you have to look at the lock first."

Luo Yiran turned his head to look at the first floor of the White Pigeon Tower, because the three candles were scattered, so the light also separated, and now he was able to vaguely see most of the scenes on the first floor.

This should be the library scene.

However, at least half of the books and bookshelves should be missing. If these books and bookshelves that collapsed and spread on the ground are tired, they will not be able to fill this space.

But this is too messy, if the key is placed in a certain book, half an hour is too late to turn it over.

And I heard from Li Wei that the key will change when you re-enter...

The puppet thought of something, then he lowered his head and sent a message in the group.

The magician saw from the corner of his eye that he laughed, and when the puppet looked up, he had already reached the door leading to the second floor, and he said, "Master, it's the key."

Luo Yiran looked at the relatively narrow wooden door in front of him—it should be the stairs after opening...

Ok?

The puppet found something, and he shouted: "Magician, push it."

The magician also noticed it, he stretched out his hand and pushed it, but there was no movement on the wooden door. The magician raised his eyebrows lightly, and then put his hand on the keyhole. There was a creaking sound.

Luo Yiran looked at the gap revealed by the door opening—is this someone who has already gone to the second floor...

After thinking about it, the puppet looked at another door behind the wooden door, and he stared at the combination lock on the door behind.

The magician laughed: "Isn't it like opening one box after another when opening presents?"

Luo Yiran was still staring at the combination lock.

The magician looked back at the books stacked on the ground behind him: "Do you want to find a string of numbers from here?"

The puppet narrowed its eyes, he raised his hand, and with a ding sound, the silver wire came out and hooked on the edge of the combination lock.

Then Luo Yiran exerted a little force, and the combination lock was hooked up, exposing the keyhole below.

Magician: "... oh."

Luo Yiran smiled, but the smile was not warm: "You are right, it is indeed layer after layer."

Every door is equipped with a mess of careful devices.

The magician reached out and groped carefully for the keyhole under the combination lock, and then tried to push the door: "There is nothing else, I should be looking for the key to this door."

The person who set this up is purely disgusting, and the door is not dangerous, but some people will waste their time here, especially the first floor has a time limit, and the key will change position every time you enter.

However, from the setting of this door, there is more than one key hidden on this floor?

And Li Wei didn't mention this matter.

Either the door she was facing didn't have these tricks, or Li Wei was referring to this door.

After confirming the door, the magician took a closer look at the lock, and then turned around to find the key with the puppet.

But the puppet didn't seem to be actively looking for the key. His eyes fell on a fallen bookshelf with vague words engraved on it.

Luo Yiran glanced at the ashes on the bookshelf, and then manipulated the magician to get them.

The magician stared at the bookshelf next to him, but the puppet suddenly manipulated him to turn sideways. He watched himself reach out to pick up a book covered in dust, and then watched himself reach out to wipe off the dust. The magician was a little bit Helplessly looking at the dirty bandage on his hand: "Master, the handkerchief is in my left breast pocket... Didn't you check what's on me?"

The puppet paused: "Forgot, and several books here are dusty, and your handkerchief is not enough."

"..."

Anyway, I took a picture. The magician took a look at his bandages. Fortunately, his bandages are self-cleaning, and he will be fine after a while.So he shifted his gaze to the books in the book.

This book has no title.

The puppet released the control, and the magician opened the unnamed book by himself: "Young master is lucky, this book is not right at first glance."

Luo Yiran didn't explain that it had nothing to do with luck.It's just that when he was walking here before, he saw something wrong with the books on this bookshelf. The scattered state was a little different from other bookshelves, as if they were placed artificially.

And the thickness and state of the cover of this book seem to be inconsistent with other books on this shelf, which is the difference between the collector's edition and the roadside magazine.

He didn't explain the magician himself and said, "But the young master is out of luck."

Puppet: "..."

There is no content in the book with a blank title, Luo Yiran: "Try it with a fire."

It's all done on TV.

The magician pointed the candlelight at the bottom of the book: "There is no key in here."

"I know." Luo Yiran moved forward slightly: "But there is something wrong with this book, it may have clues."

But the book under the fire did not come out with content.

The magician put down the candlestick, he closed the book and turned the book twice: "Bring another bubble?"

The puppet looked at it for a while: "You turned around and counted four or five pages."

The magician turned it over, and then he looked at the ink stains on the fourth-to-last page, and read the crooked words: "Whoever opens this book will die."

The magician usually reads it without emotion, which makes this somewhat scary sentence lose its feeling.

He pressed his hand on the piece of paper: "Only this page has words...how did you find out, young master?"

Luo Yiran: "The ink seeps out a little."

After flipping through other pages, the magician said after confirming that there were no more words, "Aren't you afraid of what you just said?"

Luo Yiran came back to his senses, he shook his head and said, "Such words with different weights were written by children."

The magician was overjoyed, and he shrugged slightly, causing the puppet's body to rise and fall: "I don't know."

Luo Yiran stretched out the silver thread and rolled up the book, he wanted to take it over to have a look, but the book suddenly became smaller and became the size that Luo Yiran matched, he was taken aback for a moment.

The magician turned his head and looked: "So it's just a prop."

props?What was that word just now?

Luo Yiran stared at the book in his hand. He opened it to the fourth-to-last page, only to witness that the words on it began to change slowly, and then turned into other words that were also crooked: 【Trash, how dare you roast me! 】

Puppet: "... Puppet, bring the fire."

Book:【? 】

Luo Yiran remained expressionless: "I only need clues, I don't need props, let's burn it."

Book:【……】

The magician took the candlestick with a smile, and the pages of the book were covered with dense ellipsis, and when the fire was placed under it, those dots all disappeared, and a paragraph of words appeared on the paper even more ugly because of the panic: [Woo Woooooo, I'm really miserable, the master didn't want me and lost me...and now I have to be burned, is this my fate? 】

Without hesitation, Luo Yiran rolled it up with a silver thread and moved it closer to the candle, he sneered: "Don't you think your fate is all caused by your own cheap talk?"

The book was quiet for a while, and then perhaps feeling the fire getting closer, the words changed rapidly again. These words were written very hard: [I was wrong, you are not trash, you are my father, and I am trash. 】

"..."

The book is still sliding down quickly: [I just wanted to scare you, and then let you throw me away, I'm sorry, Daddy. 】

"..."